Another Vacation in the Bank (standard:humor, 902 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Jun 09 2019	Views/Reads: 1480/1061	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Love is a very important thing, from Jesus’ perspective. You can tell a lot about a person by what and how they love. I’m going to take Jesus’ advice and just love whatever is in front of me.

The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I arrived home from our
vacation late Tuesday afternoon. 

I'm not one for vacations, but this one was special. Our grandson who
lives in Ohio was graduating from high school and then this summer he 
would be heading off to London for some soccer group. He loves soccer. 

This is the second of our grandchildren to graduate from high school. I
would not say this to everybody but, this year is the 50th anniversary 
of my graduation from high school. I cannot believe it has been that 
long. I must have fallen asleep for several years without waking up. 

To see a grandson graduate from high school and then look at my
graduation picture 50 years ago I was amazed. How can he be as old as I 
was? What he does not understand is that one day he will be as old as I 
am. I will not be the one to tell him that. 

We spent the whole week with the family there that we have not seen for
several years. It was such a wonderful time. 

My ambitions in life have never included vacations. A vacation is where
you go, but don't do anything. I don't like that. It is not that I'm a 
workaholic; I like to work all the time. When on vacation, I lose time 
because I'm not working. I like to organize my day around my work 
projects. 

There are no work projects on vacation. At least, that's what my wife
says, and she would never lie to me. 

I like to keep track of my time as much as possible. When home and
working at the office, I am in control of my time. That is when I am 
the happiest. 

Now, when on vacation, I have no control of my time. The word vacation
means to vacate and I am not quite sure what I am vacating. I guess one 
thing I am vacating is time. 

When I was home working I noticed there are seven days of the week. One
week equals seven days, every week, of every month, of every year. Yet, 
when on vacation, particularly the one I was just on, there seems to be 
only three days in that week. What is the story behind all that? 

It takes two days to drive there and then two days to drive back home.
In the middle are only three days left! How can you enjoy a week's 
vacation in only three days? Something is wrong here. 

I believe that when you take a week's vacation the travel time should
not be included. 

I would like to know who in the world come up with this idea of a
“week's vacation” time. How can I enjoy vacationing when four days out 
of that week I have to sit in the car driving? It does not sound fair 
to me. 

So many things wrong with that idea that I do not know where to start.
However, I do know where to stop. That would be, stop having vacations. 
That would solve that problem. 

I have noticed that whenever you solve one problem another problem that
you did not expect pops up. 

I made the mistake of expressing my thoughts audibly, while the Gracious
Mistress of the Parsonage was present. I thought I was just thinking to 
myself, but it turned out my lips were moving. Oh, how I hate it when 
my lips move like that. 

“What do you mean,” my wife said rather seriously, “stop having
vacations?” 

See what I mean. You solve one problem and another problem, more
dangerous than the first problem, pops up. How do I answer that 
question? 

After all, my wife lives for vacations. As soon as one vacation is over,
she has the next vacation already planned. If it was not for her and 


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